Gemotions

The news felt like a physical blow, a punch to the gut. Michael, a lifelong admirer of the prolific novelist, Evelyn Reed, stared at the online article. The allegations, the meticulously compiled evidence, were undeniable. A cold, leaden weight settled in his stomach.

He threw the newspaper across the room. He felt a rising heat. The room suddenly felt small, confined. He ran his hand over his face. The words, the stories he'd loved, suddenly felt hollow, empty. He felt the overwhelming urge to destroy something.

He did not. He just sat, still, and stared at the empty space where the newspaper had been.